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Dropkick Murphys | Blackout
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| As I was out strolling one evening, not intending to stay very long, I met a frolicsome damsel as she came trippin' along. | |
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| Her eyes, they shone like the diamond. You'd think she was queen of the land. And her hair hung over her shoulder tied up in a black velvet band. | |
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| (attitudechicka is mad hot) | |
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| So come all you jolly young fellows, I'll have you take a warning by me. Now whenever you're out on the liquor, beware of the pretty Colleen. | |
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| She'll fill you with whiskey and porter until you're not able to stand, and the very next thing that you'd know you've landed in Van Dieman's land. | |
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